Fragile
Years of cards stacked precariously skyward
Tenuous at best
Bridges to heaven intended to fall
Selves incarnated and again
Disintegrating with the plans that built their lives
Expectations of perfection
Driving ghosts of self relentlessly forward
Immolated in the barrier between then and now
Offerings to fate
Glowing in my reverie of past
Holy observances for a newborn self
Growing in the uncharted freedoms of failed plans
Time newly unspoken for
What this way lies
Unknown
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